I thought I knew
Something more about you than you let through
I thought I saw
Something close to kindness
But that was all

Oh, it's so ironic
You've got the good book your name's still on it
Oh, it's so ironic
That you've got a room with a view

How wrong it feels
Watching your delight as they grease the wheels
My patience' thin
You're tearing off strips off another skin

Oh, it's so ironic
You've got the good book your name's still on it
Oh, it's so ironic
That you've got a room with a view

So what [bad word] of a friend
That no one wants to defend?

I thought I knew
Something more about than you let through
I thought I saw
Something close to kindness
But that was all

Oh, it's so ironic
You've got the good book your name's still on it
Oh, it's so ironic
That you've got a room with a view

How wrong it feels
That you've got a room with a view